After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

The address of the music hall is right on the edge of Shanghai city, not in the outskirts of the city, but a distance from the city center, closer to the city of Zhou Cheng School, probably because of the consideration of the traffic in other surrounding cities, so this location was chosen.

At this time, the benefits are reflected. When Zhou Cheng and Jiang Fan entered the urban area by car, it was the rush hour, and the outer ring road was visibly congested. The situation in the downtown area can be imagined. To go back to the villa on the other side through the city center, Zhou Cheng had to suffer a lot.

When they arrived at the music hall, the two followed the others in an orderly manner according to the procedure.

Jiang Fan has never been to a music hall like this before, nor has he heard a similar concert. Looking at the brightly illuminated hall, which is brilliant, full of art, and a grand and solemn atmosphere, his eyes are filled with a bit of confusion. .

It was like a world that didn't belong to him, and he was just a strange intruder.

The hardships of real life make him rarely spend money on such occasions. Apart from tuition fees and living expenses, what surrounds him is the money he needs to send back home.

Time seems to never be enough, and the money he needs is never enough, not enough for him to fight for a relationship, not enough for him to stop and look at the surrounding scenery.

Even though he likes fine arts, what he studied is the most functional field, a new subject, without buying paints or staying in one place to practice all day long, but he can quickly enter the industry after graduation, find a Get a stable job to support yourself and your family.

Sometimes he feels that what he does on the computer has nothing to do with the word art.

If art is compared to delicacies, then what he learned can only be called fast food.

It can fill the vision of a certain group of people and provide them with an hour or two of entertainment. Maybe they will think of what he made for a few days, but after a few days, they probably won't remember it often anymore.

But art is different. Art is a magic that can transcend the times, and it is by no means comparable to those fast food products he makes.

The arena was filled with people one after another. Jiang Fan turned his head and glanced at Zhou Cheng beside him. After entering the arena, the surroundings gradually became quiet. Barely audible.

Although he had never been to such an occasion before, seeing that Zhou Cheng stopped talking to him, Jiang Fan roughly guessed that this should be some kind of etiquette.

Zhou Cheng's eyes fell on the stage. At this time, the restlessness that he felt because he was afraid of meeting He Xiao before coming here had long been forgotten by him. He seemed to blend into the surrounding atmosphere, and only the music that had started to play was left in his mind. .

From the sound of the first note, all the audience in the venue looked at the stage at the same time, and the venue was completely quiet, leaving only the smart and melodious violin string music flowing in it.

Everyone watched attentively and quietly.

Jiang Fan started to lose his mind when he heard about half of the time. He is not very interested in music, so naturally he is not as absorbed as Zhou Cheng was listening to it.

When I looked up, I realized that there were two or three floors in this hall, and there were quite a few people sitting there.

The angle of view from above should be better. He asked Zeng Han to buy the ticket for him when he was hospitalized. He probably didn’t know about these differences. The seat he bought was still in the back rows.

Although listening to music can be heard anywhere, Zhou Cheng likes this violinist very much. It is of course better to sit in front and see clearly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhou Cheng who was beside him.

While he was looking over, Zhou Cheng's cell phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.

He turned his phone to silent mode before entering the arena, but since the accident at home, even if he had to turn it to silent mode, he would still turn calls and text messages to vibrate, just in case, and the hospital was in a hurry to find him.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, because he was listening intently, when he saw the name displayed on the screen, his mind was still in a trance for a moment.

He didn't react until the words in front of him connected to other nerves and a face appeared in his mind.

The heart suddenly shrank, and the eyes suddenly enlarged under the fluorescent light of the screen.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Fan subconsciously glanced at his screen, saw those two words, and frowned.

He leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Zhou Cheng come to his senses, and hastily pressed the red end button.

Shaking his head, he hesitated and said, "No, I made the wrong number."

The distance between the two was very close, Zhou Cheng subconsciously moved aside after speaking.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan didn't say anything, pursed his lips, and sat up straight from his seat.

Zhou Cheng looked down at the screen and breathed a sigh of relief.

— Before he could finish his breath, the phone call came in again.

He looked at the screen, his temples were throbbing, he glanced at Jiang Fan from the corner of his eye, and hung up the phone again.

Call up the WeChat page with your fingers, type a few words, and delete them all after thinking about it.

For a while, he couldn't think of any reason to explain that he couldn't answer the phone now.

I racked my brains thinking.

He suddenly remembered another sentence, telling a lie must be covered by thousands of lies.

That's what he is now.

The thumb stayed above the screen and didn't fall down for a while.

Zhou Cheng originally thought that the man would call again, but after waiting for a while, the caller ID did not pop up on the screen again.

There was no message from him on WeChat either.

For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy.

It's not like a man's way of doing things.

Seeing that it would be over in about 10 minutes, he licked his lips, simply turned off the screen of the phone, put it back in his trouser pocket, and continued to listen.

Jiang Fan turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes darkened.

On the second floor, where neither of them had noticed before, a dark and cold gaze fell on them all the time.

Even the woman who was always focused on the music couldn't ignore his gaze and looked over.

The bottom is just a pile of black heads, and the woman can't see anything.

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing the sound, He Xiao looked away lightly, his handsome face looked a little stern on the stage, and his voice was cold, "It's nothing."

The woman didn't know why, so she looked there again, but she couldn't see anything special, so she turned her head and returned to the stage.

After the performance, Zhou Cheng said that he was going to the bathroom and asked Jiang Fan to wait for him at the door.

Jiang Fan looked at his back as he left in a hurry, but didn't follow.

Zhou Cheng didn't go to the bathroom. He had just left the meeting and there were many people in the bathroom. He didn't really want to go to the bathroom, but just wanted to find a quiet place to call He Xiao back.

After turning around and turning around, I finally found a secluded place.

He hastily took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

With a feeling of restlessness, listening to the beep sound that was longer than the first one made me feel even more uneasy.

No one answered the phone and hung up automatically. Before hanging up, there was a gentle and polite female voice reminding him mechanically that the other party is busy, please call again later.

There should be no urgent matter.

he thought uneasily.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call again, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white ball rushing towards him.

When he lowered his head, the white ball with long legs was already hugging his lap.

Zhou Cheng froze, and then he saw clearly that what was being held on his lap was not a white dumpling, but a little loli with clean and puffy cheeks, just wearing a white down jacket, a little round.

"Ge Gege, Mummy and Erbubu are gone, Daisy can't find her way back... Daisy is afraid... I want Mummy... "Little Loli hugged him, raised her face, her voice was a little crying.

Zhou Cheng looked at the child with his mouth flattened in front of him, who was about to cry in the next second, and who came out of nowhere.

Senseless.

When he walked over just now, there was obviously no one here.

Where did this child run out, and there is still a distance from the door, the parents brought it to the concert, and accidentally got lost?

Bai Tuanzi looked at him aggrievedly.

Probably realizing that he didn't want to help, little Loli twisted her face and choked a few times, wiped her eyes with her hands behind her back, and burst into tears after a while, "I want Mommy... I want Mommy..." Big tears flowed down her grape-like round glasses.

Zhou Cheng was holding the mobile phone, with one leg still held in his hand by the little crying bag. Seeing the intensified momentum, he had no choice but to put the mobile phone back in his pocket and squat down. "Don't cry, don't cry, little sister, don't cry, where is your mommy, brother will take you to find it?"

Probably because she was really scared, Zhou Cheng helped her shoulders, only to find that Luo Li was shaking with fright.

He had no choice but to hug her up, patted his vest, "Don't cry, don't cry... Don't be afraid, brother hugs you."

While wiping the tears off her face, Loli hugged his neck subconsciously with one hand.

Zhou Cheng rarely comes into contact with children, he is still so young, he looks only three or four years old.

I don't know how to make her stop.

It took a while for little loli to have the tendency to stop.

Seeing that her face was smeared with tears and snot, Zhou Cheng sighed, turned his hands behind his back, took out a tissue from the bag on the side of the backpack, and wiped it for her.

While wiping, he asked in a soft tone, "Can you talk to brother now?"

Loli choked, nodded earnestly, and said with a nasal and milky voice, "Yeah."

This place is a little far from the gate, Zhou Cheng threw the wiped tissue into the trash can, intending to take the child there to see if the parents were there.

"Do you remember where you and your mother separated?"

Luo Li looked at him with wet eyes, frowned and thought for a while, then shook her head, "Daisy doesn't know... Mommy... Mommy said to go Wash your hands, let Erbubu and I wait for her, Erbubu talked to Shen Shushu, and I saw a cat... and I lost my way..." Although full of children's language, Zhou Cheng listened and understood roughly.

Going to wash your hands, you should go to the bathroom, now it’s gone, maybe it’s still there.

He quickened his pace, and the little loli hugged his neck, staring at him intently.

Suddenly said, "Ge Ge, you are so pretty."

Zhou Cheng looked over, met the little loli's bright eyes, and burst out laughing.

"You're lost, you still care about this?"